Tammi's World

Just a Memory

Yesterday was kinda sappy. We, Mama and I, were really missin' Daddy. But today - I thought I'd tell you a cute little story about our family. Celebrate the memory, as it were.

Daddy was kinda picky about his garage. Every tool had it's place, and they all better be in that place - or else.

He kept thae floor in his garage so clean you could just about eat off of it. Seems like everytime I was out there, he was sweepin'. Or making me sweep.

Clean, organized. A "Man's Garage", as he used to call it.

But think about it for a moment. What do you usually keep in a garage? Yeah, a car. Or two.

That usually means one must go in and out of said garage. At least that's how it works as far as I remember.

One Saturday Daddy had to work. So did Mama. I was, well...not really behaving very well. Actin' Up, as Mama used to say. So - instead of getting to watch her do her training class, we had to go to the dreaded BabySitter's house.

I hated going there. There was never anything to do, she liked Dee better and was always mean to me (hey! That's how I remember it anyway). Plus - she always made us eat Bean and Bacon Soup for lunch. Yuck.

So I'm throwin' a fit. A royal fit. I wanna take this to do, and that to do. I needed this bag and that doll. Poor Mama. She should have just raised the white flag, saved herself a ton of grief and taken me along.

Instead she dug her heels in. Well, so did I. Finally - she just flat out hauls me out to the car. Dee is already sittin' in the front seat (because she was being good) so I was dumped in the back.

Mama goes back in the house and get's her stuff for her training class. Puts everything in the trunk and gets in the car. All the while letting me know in no uncertain terms what a brat I can/could be.

She starts the car and puts it into reverse. About 10 seconds later she remembered something she had forgotten to do. Something kinda important. Like opening the garage door.

Oops. Yeah - that did NOTHING to improve her mood. Let me just say that now.

So - fast forward to the end of the day. We girls get home and Mama is making dinner. I hear Daddy's truck comin' up the drive. I rush to the back door. This was gonna be good. Daddy's perfect garage was wrecked. He was gonna be soooo mad. I wanted to be sure and see his face when he notices what happened. Mama was in trouble now. THAT'LL teach for bein' mean to me!!!

He gets out of the truck with a "Hi Sweetie!"

"Hi Daddy!"

waiting.....waiting......waiting.

He's almost to the back door. I was so intent on watching him I didn't notice Mama standing behind me.

"So - Daddy. Notice anything different?"

"Did you get a new dress?"

"No."

"Did you cut your hair?"

"No. This is BIGGER! This is BBBBAAAAADDDDD!"

"Noooooo. I don't notice anything."

"Mama broke your garage! Mama wrecked the car!! See, See, See what Mama did!!!"

At this point I'm dancin' next to the damage, in my haste to get Mama in trouble. Little did I know, she had called him at work to tell him about it. Including the back story.

To make a long story somewhat shorter - I ended up shouldering the blame for the broken garage door, the damaged rear of the car AND Mama's headache. (Did I ever mention what a great "straight man" my dad was?!)

I spent many a weekend sweepin' that damned garage floor to pay for all that damage, not to mention the trouble I got into for "givin' Mama fits".

Lesson Learned? Oh yeah. Do NOT mess with Mama.

Posted by Tammi at August 8, 2006 05:35 AM | TrackBack